- Mexicans do not know how to drive, they have ZERO lane discipline.
- I have to drive 400 miles to see a train caboose that ran on rails adjacent to where I live now.
- Go up nearly any mountain in Desert, and you will find trees and grass. Rain shadows?
- This city gets dark 1 1/2 hours earlier than anywhere else because of the big sun-blocking mountain west of here.
- I need not be self-conscious about my body, there are people flabbier than me around.
- I must live in a house with a spa. I feel so wonderful after getting out of the hot water.
- Skinny boys leave when flabby boys show up. Dear skinny boys, I’m not after you, and you shouldn’t care if I’m there or not.
- Do not get a room next to the facility office. It’s noisy at all hours.
- It’s nice to have an efficiency kitchen in a hotel room.
- I could live in the place. Big enough to have amenities, small enough to not feel like Los Angeles. Gorgeous weather all year though warm in the summer.
Back to reality on Wednesday.
This report sounds mostly promising. I’m looking forward to the one with greater detail.
You know …. having lived in Mexico I have to say I never saw a car accident. They may not look like they can drive but they can … except for the women, they have not a clue but then again neither do California women … or men for that matter. Wait… maybe everyone is a bit of a douchebag when they drive. If they are driving slower than you they are retarded and if they are driving faster they are a maniac
@HalfGay: I tend to agree with that last statement. I’ve simply noticed that it seems like every time I come upon a car that moves into a left lane when the road changes from 2 to 4 lanes, it seems like the people who go into the left and drive 10 MPH under the limit are Hispanic. I’m not quite sure why, perhaps I’m painting with a too-broad brush, but it simply seems that way. Hence the lane discipline complaint.
Though it did seem like most of the people driving erratically in Palm Springs had Baja California Frontera licenses on their cars.